Tomorrow I’ll have an EEG to see if I can go off my very last med, which was only tangentially related to everything else. The upside is that it’s a good story, that I’d be going off that last pill right around the anniversary of going to the hospital last July. The downside is that, starting today, I’m not allowed to sleep until 10am tomorrow: for the EEG to be accurate, I have to be as sleep-deprived as I was last year at this time. (They also said something about how I need to be really tired to guarantee that I’ll fall asleep during the EEG itself, but I don’t need to stay up all night to do that—I fell asleep during my last MRI, and you know how loud those things are.)

Anyway, give me a call at work and I promise I won’t pick up.